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At least he's not pushing it on anyone
I can agree with that.
I was joking, he's definitely pushing it on everyone.
The worst part is when Christians claim that what they believe is true because the Bible said so, but then also believe that every other religion that is based on a book is clearly false.
He was at a party at my house around 2000, and all I remember is that he kept asking for “RAMONES!!” to be played and “PORNO!!” on the tv from the same seat on the couch all night.
That sounds fucking horrifying!!! I’m sorry you had to be subjected to that situation..
No man, it was fucking hilarious, if not embarrassing for him. I got a few other gems from the same party if anyone wants to inquire…
I'm your Huckleberry.
In which city did this soiree occur? What were you celebrating? Was it your own place or did you have roommates? Was Brain Sumner the only professional or amateur skateboarder (or person affiliated with the skateboard industry) in attendance? Did other members of the Warner Avenue Crew make appearances? Did it get broken up by the cops? Are you the sort of host who makes his guests remove their shoes at the door? What sort of snacks did you offer party-goers to much on?
Hopefully one of these inquiries will incite you to further expound on the details of that evening with a titillating story or two that features someone we may all be aware of...
Here goes Mr. Lawndale.
It’s not that exciting, so sorry if I oversold it; these are gems to me and here it is.
Pomona, CA.
My roommate and best friend at the time had made the team for the local skate shop the same day as a demo with the pros in this post.
Roommates.
Also in attendance were Ali Boulala, Jim Greco and skate photographer Theo Hand.
No cops.
Shoes allowed.
Burgers, dogs & keg o’ beer provided.
Short and sweet of it is as follows:
Everybody was cool (Greco was maybe a little too cool).
Greco signed my friend’s copy of Misled Youth with a silver sharpie and proceeded to pass out in the recliner by the sliding patio door where some passerby left a cheeseburger on his head that stayed there for 20-30 minutes as he slumbered.
I had to repeatedly hide my bathroom air freshener from Boulala because he kept huffing it. I still remember him saying to me repeatedly “Give me the thingie! I want the thingie!!” Apparently it had ether in it.
Not very juicy, but some fond memories of yesteryear…